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It Was A Sultry Summer Noon, The Hottest...
5 Spirit . u When as the jocund horn has blown
, And hunters full of glee , Have passed you on some breezy morn
, And viewed you o'er and o ' er with scorn , - That , too , was caused by me . "
He . * The scorn of Squires disturbs me not
, Their pastimes are not mine ; Yet might the } 3- —if a heavenly face
Had not been all I cared to trace , , Spirit I that face was thine !"
Spirit ! " Arnyntas—he the soul of mirth ,
Your college friend of yore ; And still your friend , had not your vision
Awoke his scorn , when in derision He named . you vapouring bore . "
He . il His heartless scoffsa stronger tie
, Than bound us , well might end ; And Heaven be praised ! for now T know
How deadlier than a deadly foe , Is such a shallow friend . "
Spirit . u That graceful dame with shining eyes
, And hair all glossy tressed ; Whose lovers called her * unsunned snow , '
And yet to you—ah ! well you know , _g Her love well nigh confessed . "
He . _" A graceful dame and prudent too
, And most discreetly taught ; My acres mortgage-free and broad
She loved ; but , oh ! my heart abhorred A love that could be bought !"
Spirit . ¦ " Nor shallow friendnor worthless love
, Kevels , nor spurious fame Lost you lament—these you despise ;
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1864, page 230, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061864/page/14/